A/N: okay, this story is changing - into something I had not intended it. I
think I'm going to have to change the genre; it's going to get a lot
darker. I apologize to all those of you who want 'fluff,' but I can't write
like that- so the little Weasley is going to be somewhat out of character.
Let's just say she's sick of everyone's shit.
((()~myself~()))
3. GO AWAY!
"Do, do my work, do my dirty work, scapegoat. Do, do my deeds, for you're the one who's shamed." Sad But True by Metallica (I don't really know if this quote goes with this chapter, but I like it... so there! ()
Ginny was still working on her report for Snape when Draco walked in. Her insides cringed, how could he have done that? And, if he could gain access to materials for a Veritaserum drink- what else could he have done?
"Need any help, Weasel?" he smirked at her red hair, splayed out and making a curtain around her face. "Wait, why am I even asking? All of you blasted, imbred family need help."
"Malfoy, why don't you just sod off?" She quickly gathered her things after having finished her paper, and was placing them in her shoulder bag when he grabbed her wrist. "Let. Go. Of. My. Wrist. Now, Malfoy, or would you like to have you rocks cut off and placed on the table?" Flames danced within her eyes as she stared at his, cool as ever.
"Come, come now Weasley, you wouldn't do that to-" his incessant drawl was abruptly stopped by her lips on his. Before the kiss every really started, she stopped it.
"Shut up, and leave me alone. Just go away." The small girl pushed him away, surprise taking place of the usual emotionless expression he normally wore, and coolly walked out into the corridor. Halfway to the Great Hall for a late-night snack, she was cornered by Harry, who had apparently seen what happened in the library. Her insides cringed, as all kindness that was once present within her dissipated.
"What in bloody hell is your problem, Potter?" The unusual fiery presence in her eyes and cold, heartless voice was once again changing her image, her entire personality. Harry couldn't help but acknowledge the slight swelling of fear growing within him.
"Er- I just wanted to talk to you." He was finally noticing that she was no longer the Ginny he had once known and brushed off. This girl wanted nothing to do with him, and was no longer shy about it. All former false pretenses of feeling sorry had been discarded, and her pure spite was a well aimed missal, heading straight for his heart.
"Well," A scowl spread across her face, a scowl that reminded him so much of Malfoy, distorting her once gentle face. "I think you know that I do not want to talk to you. I do not even want to see your bloody face again, so get the hell out of my way."
When he didn't move to allow her to pass, Ginny pushed herself around him, causing Harry to drop the books he had been carrying. But, as he suspected would happen, she didn't even spare him a glance. He, on the other hand, spent quite awhile looking after- admiring the view.
"Damn it you idiot! You let her get away!" Harry chastised himself. He returned to the Common Room with some reluctance, part of him wanting to follow the youngest Weasley, to tell her she couldn't live that way. And if she did she would become- well, Malfoy. 'But therein lies the predicament, my friend, she wants to be Malfoy. She doesn't know what comes along with that title.' Once again, he upbraided himself for not following her, not comforting her. But, then again, would he be comforting her if she found him repulsive?
''Mione will know what to do, she 'always' knows what to do.' With that thought, he came upon the portrait of the fat lady.
"Antipodean Opaleye!" He hissed at the painting, it obligingly swung open, revealing the main room of Gryffindor Tower.
Ginny paused before the doors of the Great hall, glancing around her to make sure no one had followed. Satisfied that she was alone, she carefully pushed aside the statue of a phoenix, revealing a corridor she had kept secret for almost two years now.
The passageway led to anywhere she wanted to go in the castle, including the other houses' common rooms. Nothing interesting took place in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw rooms on a daily basis, but Slytherin, then again, was utterly fascinating.
Today, there was an interesting spectacle taking place before the blazing fire- four Slytherins were having a heated conversation.
Draco had apparently caught Blaise Zabini casting a body-bind curse on Crabbe and Goyle and was scolding the lot of them, Crabbe and Goyle for being imbeciles and Zabini for getting caught.
"Slytherins pride themselves on being sneaky, to be able to pull things off that student's from other houses cannot! And you cannot manage to merely cast an effortless curse, which most could perform with their eyes closed, I might add, in your own bloody common room! "
Malfoy was speaking in his ever-controlled manner of his, but within that coolness, venom that would make the blood of most run cold was hidden.
"Crabbe, Goyle, how could you even give her the 'opportunity' to curse you! I am deeply ashamed to be in the same house as you, any of you. You truly do not deserve the honor of being a Slytherin." He sent his fellow housemates from the room, sending murderous glances at the first hint of dissention.
Ginny watched with amusement- Draco was actually telling off his two 'faithful' henchmen! A sly, sideways grin spread over Ginny's face as a plan formed in her mind.
She could use Draco, make him think she liked him- he of course would have a fit, but it could work. She could get back at Harry and Draco at the same time- both would come to the same unpleasant end-so why couldn't she have a little fun? Revenge is truly a lovely thing.
She watched as Draco sunk into a green chair beside the fire, muttering about "those insolent pricks." Losing interest, Ginny turned toward Gryffindor Tower, thinking about how to set her plans in motion.
A few minutes later, she herself was sunk in a chair, deep in thought. Students began streaming out of their dormitories to spend the rest of the night talking, and she saw it.
Ron and Hermione came to talk to her, but she really wasn't in the mood to listen.
"You can't treat Harry like that, 'really' Ginny, you've got to give him some leeway. It's not his fault, whatever happened. Please, he's completely dep-" Ginny stood up, abruptly cutting her brother's speech off.
"Ron, Hermione, I believe you're confusing me with someone who cares. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to get away from you pricks before I'm sick." She threw a sarcastic smile their way and proceeded to the entrance, hearing the portrait slam shut behind her.
'My, my, aren't we pushy today.' A voice in her mind was speaking. 'Are you finally tired of their foolish ways? Hm? Good for you. Now, how are you planning to get them back?'
'Yes, I'm tired of them. I'm tired of them and I'm also tired of you. Now, shut your trap and keep quiet.'
The voices were becoming a problem again, not letting them overtake her was a struggle she was quickly losing. It could not happen the same at third year, no, St. Mungo's was not a place she wanted to visit again. She would have to win this battle.
It didn't take too long for Ginny to reach the dungeons, and she was soon knocking on the portrait to the entrance. No one had been in the common room when she was watching, and she hoped the situation was still the same.
After all, with Draco in one of his 'hissy fits,' no one exactly wanted to be around, lest he turn his full-blown animosity at them.
"What do you want Weasley?" The familiar drone of Draco's voice brought itself to her ears. Not entirely unpleasant, she noted, it would be a shame to rid the world of it.
"Come, walk with me." Ginny turned to leave, assuming he would follow. He kept his curiosity well hidden, but she knew that it was present, that his oblivious state would be enough grounds to compel him to follow.
Draco had been sitting in the same chair for hours, perfectly relaxed, when upon the portrait a knock came. Groaning, he got up to swing open the picture, only to find the youngest Weasley. Now what could she want with him?
"Come, walk with me." Why should he? After all, she was only a Weasley, what could she do if he didn't.
Oh, well, might as well find out, it's not as if she could hurt him. Looking to make sure no one could see him, he took his time before falling in step with her, quite enjoying the view. The girl had filled out quite nicely these past few years
"What do you want, Weasel?" Despite his efforts to keep his face inscrutable, a slight flicker within his eyes betrayed his utmost interest.
"Well, you know that I- how shall I put it- 'admire' you. I have a proposition for you." She sent a glance his way, perfectly emulating his mischievous smirk.
'She stole it, the bloody git, she stole your smirk!' he felt rage growing within his chest, but years of practicing self-control prevailed, and the only show of his outrage was a slight tensing of his jaw.
"You positively abhor Potter, if I-not to mention the entire school and staff- are correct, and as you so recently discovered, I do as well. And he, in his ultimate ignorance, returns your feelings, 'if,' that is, you are in possession of any."
"Please stop wasting my time, Weasley, and get to the point. I do not have all bloody day, after all."
He couldn't help his piquing curiosity, though he scolded himself for his lack of self-control. The girl looked promising, he could use her, get what he wanted, and then discard her like a sac of eyeballs from Borgin and Burke's.
"If you stop you incessant drawl, I will get to my point. If he, Potter, thought that you and I were-"
She stopped, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, caressing his cheek at the same time. "-together, then he would have a fit. So, what do you say, Malfoy, think you can deal with me long enough to make that bloody git have seizures?"
She closed the remaining space between them, and placed a gentle kiss upon his lips, before he could say anything.
Draco couldn't believe what was happening. Here was this woman, hell, she was barely more than a girl, and she seemed to have complete control over him.
'Bloody hell!' he thought 'I'm falling for a sodding Weasley!' and then: 'Lucius will fume over this.' A wicked smirk had just enough time to tug at his lips before the not-unwelcome lips of a certain redhead he adored were planted firmly against his own.
Now, Draco had doubtlessly kissed literally hundreds of girls before- his looks did not dissuade any romantic attention- but none like the girl before him now. This girl demanded his full attention, and he was more than willing to give it.
But, alas, there was a downside to Draco's complete and undivided attention- it gave Ginny the opportune moment to slip him a sleeping potion, which she had held in a small capsule, which could easily be slipped into his mouth, beneath her tongue.
"I thought it time to return the favor, love." Her lips twisted into a cruel smile as he fell to her feet- his head still tilted expectantly up toward her.
'Yes, this is a jolly good time.' The cruel voice within her piped up.
((()~myself~()))
3. GO AWAY!
"Do, do my work, do my dirty work, scapegoat. Do, do my deeds, for you're the one who's shamed." Sad But True by Metallica (I don't really know if this quote goes with this chapter, but I like it... so there! ()
Ginny was still working on her report for Snape when Draco walked in. Her insides cringed, how could he have done that? And, if he could gain access to materials for a Veritaserum drink- what else could he have done?
"Need any help, Weasel?" he smirked at her red hair, splayed out and making a curtain around her face. "Wait, why am I even asking? All of you blasted, imbred family need help."
"Malfoy, why don't you just sod off?" She quickly gathered her things after having finished her paper, and was placing them in her shoulder bag when he grabbed her wrist. "Let. Go. Of. My. Wrist. Now, Malfoy, or would you like to have you rocks cut off and placed on the table?" Flames danced within her eyes as she stared at his, cool as ever.
"Come, come now Weasley, you wouldn't do that to-" his incessant drawl was abruptly stopped by her lips on his. Before the kiss every really started, she stopped it.
"Shut up, and leave me alone. Just go away." The small girl pushed him away, surprise taking place of the usual emotionless expression he normally wore, and coolly walked out into the corridor. Halfway to the Great Hall for a late-night snack, she was cornered by Harry, who had apparently seen what happened in the library. Her insides cringed, as all kindness that was once present within her dissipated.
"What in bloody hell is your problem, Potter?" The unusual fiery presence in her eyes and cold, heartless voice was once again changing her image, her entire personality. Harry couldn't help but acknowledge the slight swelling of fear growing within him.
"Er- I just wanted to talk to you." He was finally noticing that she was no longer the Ginny he had once known and brushed off. This girl wanted nothing to do with him, and was no longer shy about it. All former false pretenses of feeling sorry had been discarded, and her pure spite was a well aimed missal, heading straight for his heart.
"Well," A scowl spread across her face, a scowl that reminded him so much of Malfoy, distorting her once gentle face. "I think you know that I do not want to talk to you. I do not even want to see your bloody face again, so get the hell out of my way."
When he didn't move to allow her to pass, Ginny pushed herself around him, causing Harry to drop the books he had been carrying. But, as he suspected would happen, she didn't even spare him a glance. He, on the other hand, spent quite awhile looking after- admiring the view.
"Damn it you idiot! You let her get away!" Harry chastised himself. He returned to the Common Room with some reluctance, part of him wanting to follow the youngest Weasley, to tell her she couldn't live that way. And if she did she would become- well, Malfoy. 'But therein lies the predicament, my friend, she wants to be Malfoy. She doesn't know what comes along with that title.' Once again, he upbraided himself for not following her, not comforting her. But, then again, would he be comforting her if she found him repulsive?
''Mione will know what to do, she 'always' knows what to do.' With that thought, he came upon the portrait of the fat lady.
"Antipodean Opaleye!" He hissed at the painting, it obligingly swung open, revealing the main room of Gryffindor Tower.
Ginny paused before the doors of the Great hall, glancing around her to make sure no one had followed. Satisfied that she was alone, she carefully pushed aside the statue of a phoenix, revealing a corridor she had kept secret for almost two years now.
The passageway led to anywhere she wanted to go in the castle, including the other houses' common rooms. Nothing interesting took place in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw rooms on a daily basis, but Slytherin, then again, was utterly fascinating.
Today, there was an interesting spectacle taking place before the blazing fire- four Slytherins were having a heated conversation.
Draco had apparently caught Blaise Zabini casting a body-bind curse on Crabbe and Goyle and was scolding the lot of them, Crabbe and Goyle for being imbeciles and Zabini for getting caught.
"Slytherins pride themselves on being sneaky, to be able to pull things off that student's from other houses cannot! And you cannot manage to merely cast an effortless curse, which most could perform with their eyes closed, I might add, in your own bloody common room! "
Malfoy was speaking in his ever-controlled manner of his, but within that coolness, venom that would make the blood of most run cold was hidden.
"Crabbe, Goyle, how could you even give her the 'opportunity' to curse you! I am deeply ashamed to be in the same house as you, any of you. You truly do not deserve the honor of being a Slytherin." He sent his fellow housemates from the room, sending murderous glances at the first hint of dissention.
Ginny watched with amusement- Draco was actually telling off his two 'faithful' henchmen! A sly, sideways grin spread over Ginny's face as a plan formed in her mind.
She could use Draco, make him think she liked him- he of course would have a fit, but it could work. She could get back at Harry and Draco at the same time- both would come to the same unpleasant end-so why couldn't she have a little fun? Revenge is truly a lovely thing.
She watched as Draco sunk into a green chair beside the fire, muttering about "those insolent pricks." Losing interest, Ginny turned toward Gryffindor Tower, thinking about how to set her plans in motion.
A few minutes later, she herself was sunk in a chair, deep in thought. Students began streaming out of their dormitories to spend the rest of the night talking, and she saw it.
Ron and Hermione came to talk to her, but she really wasn't in the mood to listen.
"You can't treat Harry like that, 'really' Ginny, you've got to give him some leeway. It's not his fault, whatever happened. Please, he's completely dep-" Ginny stood up, abruptly cutting her brother's speech off.
"Ron, Hermione, I believe you're confusing me with someone who cares. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to get away from you pricks before I'm sick." She threw a sarcastic smile their way and proceeded to the entrance, hearing the portrait slam shut behind her.
'My, my, aren't we pushy today.' A voice in her mind was speaking. 'Are you finally tired of their foolish ways? Hm? Good for you. Now, how are you planning to get them back?'
'Yes, I'm tired of them. I'm tired of them and I'm also tired of you. Now, shut your trap and keep quiet.'
The voices were becoming a problem again, not letting them overtake her was a struggle she was quickly losing. It could not happen the same at third year, no, St. Mungo's was not a place she wanted to visit again. She would have to win this battle.
It didn't take too long for Ginny to reach the dungeons, and she was soon knocking on the portrait to the entrance. No one had been in the common room when she was watching, and she hoped the situation was still the same.
After all, with Draco in one of his 'hissy fits,' no one exactly wanted to be around, lest he turn his full-blown animosity at them.
"What do you want Weasley?" The familiar drone of Draco's voice brought itself to her ears. Not entirely unpleasant, she noted, it would be a shame to rid the world of it.
"Come, walk with me." Ginny turned to leave, assuming he would follow. He kept his curiosity well hidden, but she knew that it was present, that his oblivious state would be enough grounds to compel him to follow.
Draco had been sitting in the same chair for hours, perfectly relaxed, when upon the portrait a knock came. Groaning, he got up to swing open the picture, only to find the youngest Weasley. Now what could she want with him?
"Come, walk with me." Why should he? After all, she was only a Weasley, what could she do if he didn't.
Oh, well, might as well find out, it's not as if she could hurt him. Looking to make sure no one could see him, he took his time before falling in step with her, quite enjoying the view. The girl had filled out quite nicely these past few years
"What do you want, Weasel?" Despite his efforts to keep his face inscrutable, a slight flicker within his eyes betrayed his utmost interest.
"Well, you know that I- how shall I put it- 'admire' you. I have a proposition for you." She sent a glance his way, perfectly emulating his mischievous smirk.
'She stole it, the bloody git, she stole your smirk!' he felt rage growing within his chest, but years of practicing self-control prevailed, and the only show of his outrage was a slight tensing of his jaw.
"You positively abhor Potter, if I-not to mention the entire school and staff- are correct, and as you so recently discovered, I do as well. And he, in his ultimate ignorance, returns your feelings, 'if,' that is, you are in possession of any."
"Please stop wasting my time, Weasley, and get to the point. I do not have all bloody day, after all."
He couldn't help his piquing curiosity, though he scolded himself for his lack of self-control. The girl looked promising, he could use her, get what he wanted, and then discard her like a sac of eyeballs from Borgin and Burke's.
"If you stop you incessant drawl, I will get to my point. If he, Potter, thought that you and I were-"
She stopped, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, caressing his cheek at the same time. "-together, then he would have a fit. So, what do you say, Malfoy, think you can deal with me long enough to make that bloody git have seizures?"
She closed the remaining space between them, and placed a gentle kiss upon his lips, before he could say anything.
Draco couldn't believe what was happening. Here was this woman, hell, she was barely more than a girl, and she seemed to have complete control over him.
'Bloody hell!' he thought 'I'm falling for a sodding Weasley!' and then: 'Lucius will fume over this.' A wicked smirk had just enough time to tug at his lips before the not-unwelcome lips of a certain redhead he adored were planted firmly against his own.
Now, Draco had doubtlessly kissed literally hundreds of girls before- his looks did not dissuade any romantic attention- but none like the girl before him now. This girl demanded his full attention, and he was more than willing to give it.
But, alas, there was a downside to Draco's complete and undivided attention- it gave Ginny the opportune moment to slip him a sleeping potion, which she had held in a small capsule, which could easily be slipped into his mouth, beneath her tongue.
"I thought it time to return the favor, love." Her lips twisted into a cruel smile as he fell to her feet- his head still tilted expectantly up toward her.
'Yes, this is a jolly good time.' The cruel voice within her piped up.
